Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2000 22:10:51 -0800
From: Desert Guys
Subject: Jim and Jimmy, Chapter Twenty
Jim and Jimmy
A novel by Greg Bowden
jg.ps@gte.net
CHAPTER TWENTY
"It was too overwhelming. I loved the boy."
Back in River City the time gods had thrown another log on the fire under
the boiler and things were moving at something of a whirlwind pace. KBK had
just begun its move to larger quarters and the office manager was loosing
his mind so Jimmy had to spend a lot more time in the office than he
usually did. He had also begun to spin off all the real estate he and David
owned into a new management company they called KLK Holdings. When
everything was finally consolidated, it turned out that there was a great
deal more property than either one of them had realized.
Years earlier Jimmy had established a standing order with one of the real
estate firms at the lake to buy, for him, any property on the lake that
came onto the market. Charlie, the office manager at KBK, always took care
of closing the transactions and Jimmy just hadn't remembered how many there
had been. "You know," he said to David one afternoon, looking over a list
of properties Charlie had given him, "we own almost all the property on the
lake. Maybe we should turn that whole thing into a resort or something."
"It'd probably make a lot of money," David replied, "but where would we go
if we did that? I always look forward to our weekends down at the lake."
"Well, it's something to think about for the future maybe," Jimmy said,
filing the idea away in the back of his head. "In the meantime, have you
given any thought to our little show over the Fourth? I mean, where do you
think we ought to stage it? I thought of the shower since we seem to be
together in there at one time or another but frankly I'm getting to old to
do it on that hard tile floor anymore."
David laughed. "I know what you mean. How about out on the float? Forth of
July night. We're always naked out there and what could be more natural
than a few fireworks before the fireworks?"
"That would certainly give him a close up view, wouldn't it?" Jimmy thought
for a moment and then smiled. "Maybe he'll want to join in, too. Dad would
like that."
"That makes three of us, doesn't it?"
"Four, only he doesn't know it yet."
The Fourth of July was hot but not as humid as usual and the four men spent
most of the morning either in the lake or napping under the shade trees. In
the afternoon they got into a spirited game of croquet which everyone
claimed to have won. Then, at six, they swam out to the anchored float,
towing their dinner on the float board.
Chez Lilly's, now being run by Lilly's daughter Dena, had out done
themselves with the dinner. They ate cold fried chicken which turned out to
be boneless and stuffed with a rich pate; cold corn on the cob with basil
butter; a salad of potatoes, onions, Greek olives and feta cheese; and, for
dessert, little cheese cakes topped with raspberries and blueberries.
After the meal David moved close to Jimmy and began to stroke his arm,
raising goose flesh along it. Jimmy sighed and leaned forward to kiss
David. Then he moved his head lower and took one of David's nipples
carefully between his teeth. David sucked in his breath and his dick
immediately rose up, just as it always did when somebody played with his
nipples. David took hold of Jimmy's dick and felt it thicken and grow
hard. A glance at Shareff showed that they had his full attention. Jim,
lying behind Shareff and looking over his shoulder, was petting his buns,
telling him it was all right.
David stretched out on his back and pushed a rolled up towel under his head
to serve as a pillow. When he was comfortable, Jimmy straddled David's
chest and brushed his dick across his lips. When David's lips parted, Jimmy
skinned back his dick and slowly pushed the bared head between them. He
slowly took it out again, now glistening and wet, and pulled his foreskin
up to cover it; then he pushed it back into David's mouth.
Shareff was totally absorbed in what Jimmy and David were doing. He'd
watched others, a few times, but never had he been so excited as he was
watching these two men whom he thought of as the sons he'd never had. He
became even more excited when he felt Jim's dick pressing against his
sphincter.
Jimmy slid his dick out of David's mouth and moved down his body until he
was kneeling between his legs. He skinned David's cock back and then took
it in his mouth for a moment, wetting it well. He took a condom from a
small pouch he'd brought with him, carefully unrolled it on David's cock
and covered it with a thick coating of lube. Then he raised up and poised
himself over it.
Shareff and Jim moved down so Shareff had a better view of David's cock as
it slowly disappeared into Jimmy's ass. Shareff knew just what Jimmy must
be feeling because Jimmy's father was slowly pressing his cock into him
exactly as David's was pressing into Jimmy.
When David was all the way in him Jimmy marveled, as he frequently did, at
how full he felt, how full he was of David's flesh. He caught Shareff's eye
and knew he was feeling that same fullness. He leaned down and kissed
Shareff, not as son but as lover, forcing his tongue between Shareff's lips
and tasting Shareff's mouth. It was sweet with champagne.
Shareff's head began to swim. He was kissing his... yes, his son, while his
son's father was filling him with his instrument of love and all the while
his son was filled with his other son, his son's lover... His mind shut
down, logic overwhelmed by pleasure. His hand reached out of its own accord
and closed around the heat of Jimmy's dick, moving the skin along the shaft
and then touching the exposed head, feeling its warm moistness under his
thumb. Jimmy broke their kiss and threw back his head, riding David's dick
and forcing his own through Shareff's fist.
Jim reached around Shareff and took hold of his dick, nestling the head in
his palm and closing his hand around it. Shareff was growing more and more
tense and Jim knew he wouldn't be able to control his orgasm very much
longer. He looked up at Jimmy and knew his time was near also, as was his
own.
David put his hand on Shareff's chest and rolled one of his erect nipples
between his fingers. Shareff cried out and filled Jim's hand with hot cum;
Jim moved his slick fist up and down the shaft of Shareff's dick, bringing
him more pleasure as the rest of his cum shot out to land on David's
leg. Jim came then, too, his already swollen dick growing suddenly more
rigid before it pumped out his load of cum deep inside Shareff.
Jimmy responded to the sudden tightening of Shareff's fist around his dick
by arching his back and spraying his cum over them all. His spasms brought
David with him, growling and bucking under him.
They didn't move for more than a minute, each of them absorbing what had
just happened, watching the other three for reactions. The reactions came
all at once: Jimmy began to laugh, a deep laugh of enjoyment. Jim twisted
Shareff's head around and kissed him, a long, passionate kiss, and then
joined Jimmy in laughter. David followed, contorting himself so he could
reach Shareff's mouth and then smiling at him, nipping him on the nose and
mouthing "I love you, dad" before he began to laugh. Finally, logic again
leaving him, Shareff joined in and found he meant it; he was suddenly very
happy.
One by one they rolled off the float and rinsed themselves in the cool
water. Then they sat and let the air dry them while they toasted one
another with champagne. A few minutes later the sky lit up with colored
fire.
After the fireworks they took the dinner things in and then went to bed,
Jim and Shareff in their room, Jimmy and David in theirs.
"You arranged that, didn't you," Shareff said, nuzzling Jim's neck. "With
them, I mean." It wasn't a question.
"Do you mind?"
"Did it seem like I minded?" He moved away just a little, letting Jim know
he wanted to talk. "But there are certain... philosophical questions we
must resolve."
Jim thought he knew what was coming but kept his own counsel. He could
predict Shareff in many areas but certainly not this one.
"I have come to think of Jimmy -- and David, too -- as my own sons as well
as yours. I know they are not, and I know David and Jimmy are lovers, as we
are. But when he kissed me and then I took him in my hand it was... It was
like it is with you. I love him, both of them, in a way a father does not
usually love his sons." He waited for Jim to say something but Jim remained
silent, forcing Shareff to ask. "How does one resolve that, James?"
Jim sighed. The cat was obviously long gone from its comfortable bag. "I
don't think you do, exactly. I think you just put the question aside and
ignore it if the love -- that kind of love -- is returned knowingly. If it
isn't, the situation should never come up." He decided it was time to drop
whatever pretense he still had. "In Jimmy's case, the question never came
up as far as I know. He decided it was the thing he wanted and that was
that. It took me a bit longer but... It was too overwhelming. I loved the
boy."
"For how long has..."
"A long time. What, nineteen, twenty years? Since his twenty-first
birthday." Jim chuckled. "It was kind of his birthday present to me." He
told Shareff the whole story, from that first night in the motel to taking
David to bed. While he told it he kept watching Shareff's face, watching
his expression go from questioning to interest to enjoyment. When he was
through he asked, "How did you know?"
Shareff smiled in the dim light. "I think perhaps I always had some idea
but at our house party, that night on the beach, I watched you take his
penis in your mouth. When I asked, you said you didn't know who it was but
I knew you did. I took you to mean you didn't wish to talk of it just
then."
Jim rolled over and gathered Shareff into his arms. "It's probably the only
lie I've ever told you, my love. And the only one I ever will."
Shareff nodded and kissed him. "I know."
They slept late and when they got up they found Jimmy and David just
getting in the shower; they'd slept late as well. Shareff put his arms
around Jimmy and said, "Son, I've touched your... Well, parts of you. Now,
if I may, I wish to touch all of you." He held out a bar of soap. When
Jimmy nodded Shareff gave him a very unfatherly kiss and proceeded to wash
him, from his hair to the soles of his feet; behind his ears, under his
foreskin and in between his buns. Jimmy became erect when Shareff handled
his cock, which delighted Shareff.
When he was finished he turned to David, saying, "And now my son, may I..."
David nodded and received the same treatment. He, too, became erect in
Shareff's hands, delighting him again.
"And now you, James, father of my sons." Shareff washed Jim exactly as he
had Jimmy and David except that there was no foreskin to wash under. And
Jim, too, rewarded him with an erection.
When he finished the three men decided turnabout was fair play and
proceeded to wash Shareff, as he had them. It was an experience Shareff had
never had, three men, six hands, all touching him at once. They not only
gave him an erection, they gave him an orgasm as well; three hands on his
cock and three hands elsewhere on his body was impossible to resist.
------
Business, for all of them, became complicated after that Fourth of July
week. One of Shareff's British companies became embroiled in a major
scandal, complete with wild stories in the tabloids, Questions in
Parliament and the possibility of jail for several high executives. Jim and
Shareff spent so much time in London that they took a flat there and Jim,
of all things, took to wearing a bowler.
David, partly as a result of the house party at Clear Harbor, seemed to
have more commissions than he could handle. He hired several assistants
which helped with deadlines but then he found the assistants needed help so
he hired a couple of interns from the university. Jimmy, seeing David's
problem, finally sent Charlie, his office manager, to run David's
operation.
At the same time Jimmy expanded KBK again, adding four more brokers.
As a result of all this activity, it was almost two years before they were
all together at Clear Harbor again. In the meantime, working as hard as
they were, David and Jimmy still found time for the occasional diversion.
Take that next May, for example. They'd had a late lunch together -- for
the first time in a month -- and were cutting through an alley on their way
back to their respective offices.
"Now isn't that pretty?" Jimmy said, nodding towards a delivery man loading
a large box into his truck.
David had to agree. The man was short and just slightly stocky with short,
pale golden hair, a darker gold mustache and close cropped beard. "Wait
here," David said. He went over to the man and said something Jimmy
couldn't hear. The man glanced over at him and then nodded, saying
something to David. David shrugged and gestured to the door of the man's
truck. The man seemed to think for a second and then nodded again. David
waived Jimmy over. "Here," he said, positioning Jimmy with his back to the
truck door. "Squat down."
It suddenly became clear to Jimmy what was going to happen and he did as he
was told. On the way down the delivery man started popping the buttons on
his jeans. When he pulled them open and pushed his shorts down, his dick
sprang out, already hard. "Come on, hurry up," the man whispered, brushing
his dick against Jimmy's lips, "before someone sees us."
Jimmy sucked in the delivery man's dick until his lips were brushing wiry
hair. The man let out a gasp and began to stroke in Jimmy's mouth until
Jimmy grabbed his ass and held him still; then the man let him do it his
way.
It was a very nice dick, not especially long but thicker than most, with a
wide flaring head which had a very sensitive little bundle of nerves on the
underside. The man made a little sound in his throat every time Jimmy's
tongue found that bundle of nerves so Jimmy concentrated on it. The whole
thing took under two minutes.
"Oh, God, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," the man groaned and then let
go. When he came his body shook all over and his dick filled Jimmy's mouth
with cum that was both sweet and salty at the same time. When he was
finished he pulled out of Jimmy's mouth very slowly, as though what he
really wanted was to leave it there, until it was ready again. Jimmy kind
of wished he would.
"Well, uh," the delivery man said awkwardly putting his dick away in his
pants as Jimmy stood up. "The name's Wally." He stuck out his hand, looked
at it, wiped a spot of cum off on his pants and held it out again. Jimmy
shook it. "Jimmy. That's David."
"Yea, we met. Well, I gotta be goin'. Thanks guy." He winked at Jimmy, got
in his truck and drove off down the alley.
Jimmy found his knees were weak, as they always were after one of these
things. "We going back to the office now or are we going home? I vote for
home."
"Me too." David's voice was husky. "I want you to do that to me."
"What'd you say to him to get that started?" Jimmy asked as they rode the
elevator up to their apartment.
David grinned. "I just said, 'See that guy over there? He wants to suck
your dick.' He looked and said 'okay'. Just like that. Nice dick, too,
wasn't it?"
"Yea, it was. What if he hadn't said okay but maybe slugged you instead?"
The elevator doors opened and David led the way down the hall. "Why would
he slug me? I wasn't the one who wanted to suck his dick." He grinned
again. "I was just the messenger boy."
Inside their apartment they managed to make it to the couch before Jimmy
showed David, in exact detail, what he'd done to the delivery man. Then
they went to bed and David showed Jimmy, in equal detail, how he would have
handled it.
That year they spent Christmas in London. Shareff had wanted to go to Clear
Harbor for a few days but business conspired against him so they settled
for a cold English Christmas. It could have been worse. They shopped at
Harrods and the Silver Vaults, went to the theater and the opera, and had a
couple of suits made on Saville Row. The suits came with button flies which
delighted them no end.
--------
To be continued.
My thanks to all of you who have offered words of encouragement. It makes
the writing fun!
Comments, ideas, criticisms always welcomed and always answered.
Greg
jg.ps@gte.net